Chapter 4: The Awakening of the Infinity Dragon Progenitor and Phenomena

Inside the Bloodline Tower, Azeris stood before a pool filled with a mysterious, crimson liquid. Its surface shimmered enticingly, reflecting his apprehensive expression as he felt a mix of trepidation and anticipation swirling within him. This was not just another step in his journey; it was a monumental moment steeped in destiny.

"System, where am I?" he inquired, his voice echoing softly in the vast chamber that felt both ancient and alive with knowledge.

[Ding! Host, you are in front of the bloodline refining pool where infinity dragons can refine their bloodline.]

"System, where is the progenitor blood? How can I start the integration process?" he pressed on, an urgency palpable in his tone. He understood the stakes of what lay ahead.

[Ding! Host, you just have to stand in the pool.]

With renewed determination igniting his spirit, Azeris hesitated only momentarily before making his way toward the pool. As he stepped inside, the warm, viscous liquid enveloped him like an embrace from the very essence of the universe itself. A sense of belonging washed over him, and he closed his eyes, surrendering to the transformative experience unfolding around him.

[Ding! Starting the process of integrating the bloodline.]

A wave of warmth spread through his body, igniting every cell with a power he had never felt before. Slowly, his consciousness began to fade, slipping away like sand through his fingers. In that moment of surrender, something extraordinary happened. A daunting bloodline pressure emanated from him, reaching out and causing ripples of phenomena to erupt within the infinity dragon realm, cascading outward across the universe and omniverse.

**.....Seven-Moon World.....**

In this vibrant realm, colossal dragon figures began to materialize from the haze of reality, drawn forth by the irresistible surge of bloodline energy. Each creature, majestic and awe-inspiring, felt the tremors of power coursing through the air and instinctively knew it was time to submit to this newfound authority. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, as if the very fabric of the realm was holding its breath.

Within the western continent, known as the Dragon Continent—a sacred land where the Kingdom and Empire of Dragons thrived—an overwhelming sensation took hold of every dragon. In a grand palace, the heart of the Holy Dragon Empire, a dragon in his human form named Willian Draco sat upon a magnificent throne crafted from the remnants of ancient battles and the dreams of countless ancestors. As the bloodline pressure enveloped him, he rose sharply, sensing the gravity of the moment tightening around his chest like a vice.

"Lloyd," he called after a brief pause, his voice firm yet tinged with an undercurrent of urgency. Moments later, a butler clad in formal attire appeared, kneeling respectfully before him, his demeanor calm yet attentive, ready to serve.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Lloyd responded, his head bowed, but his eyes darting toward Willian in anticipation.

"Can you feel the pressure of this unknown bloodline?" Willian asked, his tone steady, despite the storm of emotions swirling within him.

"Yes, Your Majesty. It feels as if it commands me to kneel," Lloyd replied, his eyes widening with understanding, a mixture of fear and awe flickering across his face.

"This bloodline pressure suppresses my own," Willian stated, a serious expression crossing his otherwise regal features. His mind raced, weighing the implications of such an extraordinary discovery.

Lloyd's eyes widened in disbelief. "But Your Majesty, that means…?"

"Correct. This bloodline exceeds my own," Willian confirmed, the weight of the realization crashing down upon them, enveloping the room in a heavy silence. "Tell every spy on every continent to seek out the owner of this bloodline. We must protect this dragon—it seems like they are newly born." He paused, allowing his words to resonate.

"We cannot allow this power to fall into the wrong hands."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Lloyd replied promptly, recognizing the gravity of the command, the urgency of the situation igniting a sense of purpose in him. "I will convey your orders immediately."

With a swift motion, he exited the grand throne room, leaving Willian alone with his thoughts. As the door closed behind him, Willian's mind was already racing ahead—who could this dragon be? What did the awakening of such power mean for their world and beyond?

**... Somewhere in the Omniverse.....**

In a realm draped in shadows, where the light barely penetrated the oppressive gloom, a figure cloaked in darkness sat upon an imposing throne made of blackened stone. The air crackled with unease, shadows swirling like tendrils around him, amplifying the sinister aura of his presence. Feeling the surge of bloodline pressure ripple through the fabric of reality, his skepticism immediately transformed into cold disbelief. 

"Impossible," he muttered, his voice oozing with disdain, yet betraying a hint of fear. "We have killed him! How can I sense this bloodline pressure?" The thought of the Infinity Dragon Progenitor returning felt like a curse—one that could shatter the balance he had fought so hard to maintain.

As he grappled with the reality of what this newfound power could mean, a deep sense of foreboding settled within him. His dark eyes narrowed as he considered the possibilities. If the progenitor had truly returned, their resurrection would not only disrupt his plans but could beckon forth other ancient forces of the universe that had long been thought vanquished.

"Summon the Council of Shadows," he commanded, his voice low and lethal. "We must discuss this… emergence. If the progenitor rises, we cannot afford to be caught unprepared." 

His minions hesitated only a moment before scurrying away, compelled by the fear that the dark figure instilled in them. Alone again, he leaned back against the cold stone of his throne, plotting and scheming as the weight of his thoughts pressed heavily upon him. The era of the Infinity Dragon Progenitor could lead to his downfall, or it could be twisted to serve his purpose. He would need to act swiftly, for the stakes were higher than ever. 

In that moment, destiny began to weave its intricate threads, pulling together realms, bloodlines, and ancient powers. As Azeris's consciousness melded with the infinite, both light and shadow stirred, and the cosmos held its breath, teetering on the brink of monumental change.